Woody (a pure bred yellow Labrador) was born in 1994 outside Lightstreet, PA, which is bustling suburb of Bloomsburg, PA…total population somewhere around 450. Anyway, Woodrow Wilson (Woody for short) was definitely not the runt of the litter…all paws, giant dumptruck sized head and most importantly a huge heart…one of a kind truly. As a puppy, mischievous is a huge understatement. He knew just how to push your buttons, whether it was jumping up on the counter and grabbing the mail so you would chase him around like a fool to keep him from shredding your bills (although sometimes that would have been ok) or grabbing the remote and pretty much doing the same dance; he knew exactly how to be the center of attention. But he also knew how to win himself right back into your graces…usually with some sad eyes, a cocked head, and perked ears…you know the look. As an adolescent, typical rebellious behavior…he chewed up pretty much everything you can imagine, but here is short list non inclusive: remotes (universal and Sony), graphic design projects, sleeping bags, couches, sport jacket, rugs, assorted clothes, etc. He also practiced some magic (must run in the family, my grandfather mothers side was a professional magician more about him later too) and became a master of escape. He figured his way through pocket doors, standard doors and tying him outside on a leash was begging for trouble. Woody was also a lover of the culinary treats especially those that were not meant for him. And being a very large, tall lab nobody and nowhere was safe. Stories of scarfing up a whole rhubarb cake from the counter and other treats were common place. But his favorite past time was prowling the party for an unsuspecting victim not paying careful attention to the burger on their plate…Woody was a little bit of a thief in that respect.

The best part about Woody was his heart though, I wish you all could have met him. There was never a bigger, gentler dog around. He was more than happy to lay around and be a jungle gym to all the kids in the family…getting ears pulled, tails tugged, hugged and kissed and groped…through it all you never, ever caught a glimpse of a mean look in his eye. He was always just happy to be around.

Woody was a true character. A little bit of a rebel, but truly a kind spirit. An absolute joker, but a serious friend. He was a lot of different personalities and traits, but the good ones usually are. No matter what the circumstances though, it was always his goal to be at the center of the party…making people laugh, entertaining the crowd, enjoying good food and good drink, but most importantly making great friends along the way.

So on behalf of Woody,…after all this is his place…Welcome to Woody’s Waterside!